Cosmic Horror

Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,I have sounded all things with my sight;And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.'Listen, H.P. Lovecraft was... something for sure. And I have a lot of opinions. But that passage does kind of go hard as hell.Top notes of ink, paper and candlewax that lays to rest with spice, apple cores, balsamic woods, and dried up fruit peels.